Friday, February 10, 2006

Call me Diddy, bitches!

Important news today out of New York City... or as we cool kids like to call it "NYC"... otherwise known as the place where they do NOT, I repeat DO NOT, manufacture Pace Picante sauce. Apparently, P. Diddy (aka Puffy, aka Puff Daddy, aka Giant Tool with an Identity Crisis) has changed his name yet again. You can just call him Diddy. There is no more P. The P is all gone.

When asked about why he has decided to change his name again, Mr. Diddy made the following statement, regarding the P:



"We're going to keep Diddy. I felt, to be honest, that the 'P' was getting in between me and the fans."






If you look closely, you can totally see the infamous "P". Right between him and his fans. Plain as day.
"These days, you have to be close to your fans, you can't be 'too cool for school.' They have to be able to connect with you. I was at Madison Square Garden doing a concert and half the crowd was chanting "P Diddy" and the other half was chanting "Diddy." It was confusing."
Confusing is RIGHT!! Can you imagine how confusing that must have really been? Talk about crazy. If he thought HE was confused, just imagine how the 14 other Diddy's must have felt! It must have been horrible! All of them walking around wondering... "Now, I'm hearing Diddy, but I'm also hearing P. Diddy... are they talking to me or him? I just don't know how to respond to this."
So now we have a solution to this ongoing problem. Stop it with the P already! If you see him, you better not forget about the P. He will yell at you "STOP CALLING ME P!". So don't use P anymore, got it? There will be no more "P"-ing for Diddy.
THIS JUST IN:
Mrs. Johnson's entire 4th grade class at Springville Elementary is now laughing hysterically due to the immense number of times "P" has been mentioned above. Apparently they have confused this with "pee". Oh great, now they're REALLY going crazy!
In conclusion, I would like to say that this whole ordeal really proves a point. Diddy is an idiot. Or, as the hip-hoppers in NYC might say in their magical new-skool American slang... "Diddy is an iddy." I didn't just make that shiz up, you know.
Peace out, homies. Bad Boy for life.
*cue exit music* (Ma$e: Feel So Good)

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